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When the dust has settled, which is comfortably after midnight, and they are finally released as the on-duty heroes supervising the capture of a dangerous villain, it’s about a minute after that before Hizashi and Hitoshi both announce, within seconds of each other, “I’m still mad at you.”
“That should be my line,” Hitoshi bites first, determined that Hizashi should be made to suffer more for his crimes, even if he did threaten the villain quite nicely when his so-called ‘ex’ was in the crosshairs. Not to mention he just fucking turned up in Thailand on the doorstep of their mission unannounced and won't even admit that he stalked them here, so he's not getting off as easily as that.
"Suit yourself," Hizashi retorts, equally determined to be stubborn.
So it's Shouta who asks Hizashi as if part of an entirely different conversation, "Are you staying nearby?"
"Yeah," Hizashi answers with equal ease, part of that other conversation. The one where they've been best friends since they were teenagers themselves, much less when Hitoshi passed briefly through their world, never to be seen again until only recently. “It’s actually a pretty dope pl–” Hizashi catches himself and pouts, torn between competing urges to brag and be bitter.
But he's always been an animal, so it only really takes Hitoshi making bedroom eyes at his husband and the suede remark, "We can always go back to our hotel room, I suppose." He pauses to bat his lashes purposefully, an open invitation for Hizashi to stop bullshitting them and admit what this is about. They can wait all night.
Hizashi breaks with an exasperated huff of, "fine," like he's not the one agreeing to get laid tonight despite doing nothing to earn it. Well, almost nothing. “I guess I can show you around.”
Unsurprisingly, the accommodation Hizashi’s sorted out for himself is crazy, probably especially right now because of the assumption that Hitoshi and Shouta might be there at some point. Technically Hizashi ought to be the sugar daddy among them, if he weren’t so fucking stingy with it most of the time. He loves himself far too much to spend the majority of his money on anyone else, according to Shouta, who probably knows Hizashi the best of any of them.
So for himself Hizashi has splashed out on a lavish villa located in its own compound, with an open bar and its own swimming pool, not to mention the gorgeous expensively decorated interior. Hitoshi is determined not to let this give Hizashi any satisfaction, and so his first comment is a lighthearted, “Oh, this reminds me of the first hotel we stayed at on Samui,” to Shouta.
Shouta, ever indifferent to their warfare, comments, “This place is way bigger,” and that flips Hizashi’s scowl into a gloating smirk.
Hitoshi would respond, find some way to turn it back around to his advantage, but is distracted by his husband starting to take off his clothes barely two steps into the place.
“What are you doing?” Hitoshi asks him suspiciously, stealing a glance at the grandiose master bedroom of the single-storey building laid out behind an invitingly open door.
“What do you think?” Shouta replies utterly bluntly, pulling down his trousers and underwear at the same time. So while Hitoshi and Hizashi are still at the spitting venom and pretending they don’t want this stage, Shouta is standing there with his hard cock hanging out and that matter of fact look on his face.
There's a moment of perfect stillness and quiet, then Hizashi snaps, "I just knew you'd do this," to Shouta like he's mad.
"Do what?" Shouta feigns, and locks eyes with Hitoshi for a long moment before he strolls in the direction of the bedroom.
It's an insult of the highest degree that Hitoshi and Hizashi say at the same time, "You know what," and then glare at one another again.
The fact of it is, Shouta knows as well as any of them this is gonna end up in sex. And as far as he's concerned, sex now beats sex later. If left to their own devices, Hitoshi and Hizashi wouldn’t be hatefucking until hours from now at the tail end of some unnecessary argument about who missed or wants who more. Maybe the answer is just Shouta, for all questions and parties concerned.
"Dammit, fine," Hitoshi resigns himself with a sigh, following his husband despite the daggers of betrayal from Hizashi.
"Hey, wait," Hizashi calls after them, "this is my place, not your latest love nest!"
"Join us, then," Shouta calls back nonchalantly, and Hitoshi supposes he put on quite a nice show earlier in the VIP lounge, and it does seem to go straight to Shouta's dick when he and Hizashi are fighting. Seems fair for Hizashi to get a dose too.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hizashi baits, and Hitoshi is close enough to drop into Shouta's lap as he sits on the end of the bed. All Hizashi needs is to think someone else is getting what he wants, and on this they can oblige.
"Not as much as you would!" Hitoshi returns defiantly, and then plants a kiss on Shouta's waiting, obedient mouth.
It must be said, it’s pretty convenient that the best possible way to entice Hizashi into wanting to fuck them is fucking each other, since it’s what Hitoshi and Shouta have been doing on their honeymoon for the past weeks. And it’s still good, Hitoshi would still be very much satisfied by his husband, but it is also pretty satisfying to hear the footsteps approaching before a hand curls into a fist in the back of Hitoshi’s hair.
After all, Hizashi does hate being left out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” their volatile on-again-off-again boyfriend mutters as he yanks Hitoshi away from Shouta by the extensions, which he won’t be needed any longer thank fuck, so yank away.
Hitoshi is about to snarl something equally vindictive, but gets distracted when Shouta grabs Hizashi by the front of his tight fitting shirt and gives him a good yank as he strains up to kiss him. This is somehow a surprise, despite it being pretty obvious how much of a turn-on this is for Shouta, even without the erection Hitoshi could almost claim to be insulted by for the times before now, his cock is that hard and throbbing against Hitoshi’s ass. But it is still Hitoshi’s ass he’s that hard against, so Hitoshi guesses it’s allowed.
Hizashi’s not expecting this either, it seems, because he looks pretty disarmed to suddenly have his best friend’s tongue in his mouth. He stops pulling Hitoshi’s hair so firmly, and leans down until he’s closer to Hitoshi’s level too, flexing like his resistance is wearing away. Until Hitoshi’s starting to feel a little left out, so reinserts himself into the situation by barging in to make the kiss itself a three-way too. This turns into a slippery mix of lips and tongues, combined with groping hands, until Hizashi has to be far too fucking horny to still be mad at them.
Or that’s what Hitoshi thinks, right until he’s shoved off Shouta’s lap and onto the bed beside him.
Hizashi hisses, “Still mad,” before he drops down lower, locating himself in Shouta’s newly freed lap. Hitoshi doesn’t think he’s ever known Hizashi to be so ready to suck someone else’s dick before getting his own sucked. Maybe it’s just a Shouta thing. Because they might still be annoyed with each other, but Hitoshi knows one thing for sure, and it’s that they both love Shouta, so it makes sense he’s the perfect in-between.
Although, Hizashi’s intentions might not be that noble in the end, because he pulls out some of his tricks and with Hitoshi staring deeply into Shouta’s eyes and a vibrating mouth around his cock it’s a handful of minutes before Shouta comes with a pent up groan.
The next thing after that Hitoshi knows is being flat on his back underneath Hizashi, with salty breath and a devilish look in his eyes.
“That’ll slow him down,” Hizashi mutters, clearly thinking about not having to share now, at least not for Shouta’s admittedly not very long refractory period. Suddenly it all makes sense, and Hizashi's rough hands shove up Hitoshi's skirt and drag down his panties, tuck and all, with a mission like dedication.
It’s a good thing Hitoshi’s at peak form to get fucked, because even then he’s not really as ready for Hizashi’s cock, pierced and viciously hard, as he could be. Although that might be the point too, going by the smirk of satisfaction on the animal’s face when Hitoshi hisses upon entry. They did say they would finish that argument later, and this is a hell of a continuation.
Hizashi's trousers are only down just enough for access, he's just that fucking keen to have his cock back in Hitoshi's ass, and stars in the corners of Hitoshi's eyes tend to agree with this. It’s still a hatefuck, through and through, Hizashi bitter and angry at Hitoshi but also at himself for missing this as much as he obviously has, the unkempt moans and press of his nails into Hitoshi’s thighs folded up and flattened beneath the feral animal.
It is into this fuge that Shouta returns with an erection merely lulled like a calm between two particularly large and ferociously horny waves, and commanding yet needy, “My turn, Hizashi.”
*
Really, Shouta should’ve seen it coming, though at the time there was only one kind of coming on his mind. But if Hizashi thought one of his vibrating fleshlight special blowjobs was going to do anything except get Shouta started then he had another thing coming.
The truth is there’s only ever one kind of coming on Hizashi’s mind, which is why it’s suspicious he lets Shouta drag him off Hitoshi, who looks like he could use the respite from being vindictively jackhammered. Not suspicious enough to override the horny part of Shouta’s mind, but enough that Shouta’s a few relieving thrusts back into Hitoshi’s ass, and Hizashi sure knows how to fuck a hole open, when those excessive piercings brush up against Shouta on the drawback before another slick thrust and Shouta thinks oh fuck.
“What do you say, Shouta?” Hizashi growls, kneeling behind Shouta on the huge bed that stands like a pedestal in the centre of the bedroom in Hizashi’s extravagant villa, his cock resting implicitly on Shouta's ass.
Shouta doesn’t answer, but Hitoshi sure does.
“Go on,” Hitoshi urges, jostled underneath Shouta with each rock of his hips against Hitoshi’s spread thighs. The devilish smirk on his face precedes a sly, “You let me do it to you.”
“He did what?” Hizashi bites, while Shouta groans ahead of the hand that fails to grab the back of his long hair, since he doesn’t have it anymore, and instead finds a fist in the bare handful of waves that still sit on the very top of his head. He lets Hizashi yank his head back enough to catch sight of each other, and if Hizashi was testing the waters before, now he asserts his cock far more demandingly against Shouta’s ass.
“It’s our honeymoon,” Shouta explains flatly, pace of his hips faltering as Hizashi makes his presence extremely known. Not to mention. “And he’s gentler than you.”
“Being fucked by a bullet train would be gentler than him,” Hitoshi jabs, and he’s not wrong. But Hitoshi's also not wrong when he points out,"I can make him behave for you though."
Hizashi makes a scornful noise and like a horny dumb idiot asks, "How?"
This is, of course, all it takes for Hitoshi to take control Hizashi with his quirk. Shouta can't actually tell when Hitoshi's quirk is working on someone, but he knows the person he married too well to doubt either of them.
"You might as well make me behave too," Shouta adds, settling into a more comfortable lazy straddle of Hitoshi's lower body, ensuring his cock is buried good and deep inside Hitoshi's ass. If he's letting Hizashi fuck him, it's sure as shit going to be while he's fucking Shinsou.
"Sure?" Hitoshi says as if he needs to check, but his tone is far too teasing, a shiny metal hook being brushed along Shouta's lips just waiting to be bitten.
"Please," Shouta surrenders wholeheartedly, ready to fall into the tranquilizing suspension of Hitoshi's quirk.
"See, Hizashi," Hitoshi continues to tease, addressing the Hizashi who can presumably hear him, but not move from his perfectly still and inoffensive position behind Shouta. "Shouta actually wants to behave." Hizashi doesn't respond, of course, and Hitoshi smiles up at Shouta's blank face coyly before ordering, "I can make sure you lube properly too."
Hizashi does always rush it, but Hitoshi would know that better than anyone. Shouta appreciates the attention to detail, as well as making Hizashi finger Shouta's hole with intimate knowledge and heaps of lube. Even though it's Hizashi's hand, it feels like Hitoshi's touch somehow.
Shouta knows what to expect this time as well, pushing with the currents when he feels the command from Hitoshi's quirk through his body, and specifically to his asshole, to just fucking relax for a minute because he's not going to let Hizashi hurt him. At least, not any more than he has to, since it's not Hizashi's cock alone that Shouta's got such an aversion to, but Hizashi's cock armed.
The head is the easier part, pressing up to penetrate first with the slick squeeze, but then the first barbell hits Shouta's rim. He tenses, but thankfully Hizashi does not just push straight past, which is what he would usually do if he had a say, but he doesn’t. Hitoshi's eyes are locked to Shouta's, what feels like a world of infinite bounds between them, a shared galaxy through which Hitoshi can reach for Shouta and force him, with no more than a smile, to relax.
When Hizashi's hips move forward again the piercing slips inside, and Shouta would moan on the outside if he could, but he can't, so his toes just curl on the inside. The rest of Hizashi's cock goes in sure and steady, each barbell smoother than the last, and it might be something Shouta's resisted taking all but a handful of bitterly resented times, but now the bastard's in he gets as much prostate stimulation from all those studs along the shaft of his best friend/boyfriend's dick as the next guy.
Hitoshi lets Shouta go so slowly it's like leaving the sea when the air is the exact same temperature, more like a shift in state than jolt of leaving one thing into another.
“How was that?" Hitoshi's voice moves like a soft caramel, sweet and sultry and something Shouta wants to taste immediately, so he answers in the form of an urgent, overwhelmed kiss. Shouta drops onto the person married while Hizashi is still held as still as a statue, and he must be furious on the inside. Hitoshi especially likes to make Hizashi suffer when he comes crawling back, and Shouta would be a liar if he denied enjoying being caught in the crossfire. Hitoshi's sexually charged anger has always been magnificent to behold, but Shouta prefers it directed at someone well. Well, at Hizashi.
"What do you say?" Hitoshi teases when their lips are parted enough to talk. Shouta is still resting comfortably over him, which puts Hitoshi's lips right next to his ear, no curtain of long hair to muffle the tickle of breath against it. "Shall we release the beast?"
Instead of answering verbally Shouta just uses his quirk, only the hair on top of his head long enough to respond at all to this evaporation of any trace of control over Hizashi.
There's a telling throb and a lawnmower groan that goes with Hizashi grinding his cock the extra bit deeper he always wants, animal sounds on both their parts until Hizashi manages to form the words, "Warn me before you do shit like that."
With absolutely barbaric precision, and the confidence of someone who doesn't have to take Hizashi's spiteful thrusts as a consequence, Hitoshi quotes, "Thought I'd surprise you."
It's gotta be said, showing up here unannounced was pretty presumptive of him, but if Shouta expected any less he wouldn't know his best friend as well as he does, which is currently very fucking well.
"Fuckers," Hizashi grunts, never as satisfied as he is with his dick in a hole. "Both of you.'
Perhaps the example Hitoshi set means something, or even some acknowledgement that Shouta's the bystander in all this, but either way Hizashi's decidedly gentle in the first experimental back and forth of his cock in his best friend's famously tight ass.
Shouta doesn't expect Hizashi's forehead coming down to rest on the back of his neck either, and he's well on his way to sweating out his hairstyle, the drooping blonde plume crumpling against the bed at the tip. It's a hell of a sandwich to be in.
"Just admit it already," is Hitoshi's next bait, angling against Shouta's cock with the intention of winding up to something big. Hitoshi could've made Hizashi admit why he's here using his quirk, or tried to, but there's some lines not even Hitoshi would cross. It's much better having him actually fucking admit it.
Shouta's opinion is biased, given that he married Hitoshi before they'd known each other for a month. Even so, he's seen Hizashi refused to get attached to a lot of people over the years, but even he can't resist Hitoshi, and it's captivating to watch the hunter become the prey.
Hizashi tightens his fingers before he responds, a grip on Shouta's waist and flex against him of anticipation.
"Alright," he hisses, a cornered viper, “I admit it.”
They could ask what Hizashi's admitting to, but that he's admitting to anything is a feat in itself. Maybe Hitoshi decides not to push it. Maybe he's distracted by Shouta making a more assertive movement, getting used to the feeling of fucking Hitoshi while Hizashi's fucking him. Honestly, that it took this long to get round to trying this is a testament only to Shouta's tight asshole.
Considering Shouta had as good as a semi from pretty much the moment sparks flew between Hitoshi and Hizashi in the VIP area, he was never going to last very long when they actually got to fucking, especially when Hizashi's buzzing blowjobs was more of a functional climax than a truly earned one. And if fucking Hitoshi and Hizashi at the same time isn't earning it, he doesn't know what is.
Before he can say anything, Hizashi is at his back with a drawling, “You gonna cum already, Shouta?” and angles his cock to ensure that Shouta does. To be fair, the only other times this happened were years ago, wasted, and they’ve both matured a little since then. A little.
What this means is Hizashi is attentive enough for Shouta to thrust desperately into Hitoshi and onto Hizashi until he cums so hard his ears ring, mangling some curses among the moans as his cock pulses and fills Hitoshi’s ass, but the grace period for this climax is a measly two seconds before Hizashi whips his cock back out and demands, “Alright, you had your fun.”
Meaning, the animal agreed to play nice, and he wants to be let off the leash.
Thankfully Shouta can roll off of Hitoshi with a soft thud, twitching and throbbing all over, and watch lazily from one eye as Hizashi snatches Hitoshi by the thighs and spreads them wide to claim the all-important sloppy seconds.
"Now where were we?" Hizashi bites before shoving his cock back where it belongs, which is deep in Hitoshi's ass, full of Shouta's cum.
This forces a sudden moan from Hitoshi, raw from the back of his throat, but not one to be beaten, his only response is, "Knew you missed me."
Hizashi doesn't have a smart answer for that, but he leans over to put a hand over Hitoshi's throat, squeezing tighter as he starts to fuck Hitoshi like the jealous, conflicted man that he is. Hitoshi's face is red when Hizashi dips down to kiss him demandingly, and the only thing Shouta has to wonder is how much longer either of them will last.
Not long, even after Hizashi pulls out to edge himself a little longer, then flips Hitoshi onto his front. It's a more stimulating position for Hitoshi too, but he'd never admit that.
Instead Hitoshi starts, "So you don't-"
And Hizashi finishes, "So I don't have to see your face, yeah."
Shouta scoffs, which Hitoshi catches as he lifts up onto his knees and elbows, hole made such a mess of it's finally just right for Hizashi to slip into, pierced cock or not, with a groan of deep satisfaction. Hitoshi and Shouta share a look that points out Hizashi seeing Hitoshi's face while fucking him was what led to umprompted kissing, so is probably the real reason Hizashi doesn't want to look at him now.
This is a better view for Shouta anyway, Hitoshi kneeling next to him on the bed getting railed hard and fast by Hizashi, who reaches forward with one hand for Hitoshi's long extensions to pull teasingly.
Hitoshi's eyes start getting that glazed, slutty look, and despite Shouta having no bones after his own ground shaking orgasm, he finds it in himself to shuffle into position enough to wrap a hand around Hitoshi's cock, swinging urgently between his legs. The other hand Shouta puts to Hitoshi's mouth, thumb resting over his lower lip, and then begins stroking Hitoshi's cock not quite fast enough to cum just yet, but they're not far off.
If Hizashi does stay a few days, especially now the mission is over, then they could actually have a real bit of honeymoon, complete with their tempestuous on-again boyfriend, if Hizashi's grunts and equally addled gaze are anything to go by.
Shouta knows his best friend very well, right down to the signs that he's close to cumming, which is Shouta's cue to speed up stroking Hitoshi's cock and push his thumb further onto his tongue on the other hand. If he were able, Shouta might have something bigger to fill Hitoshi's mouth, but the pair of them took him down for the count pretty good back there. So good he'd actually let them do it again, though he has to admit, he definitely prefers Hitoshi's cock in his ass than Hizashi's any day.
"Fuck, oh fuck," Hitoshi gasps his way into climaxing around Shouta's finger, while Hizashi gives a growl and breaks from smooth thrusts into jagged, cum-burying ones as the squeeze of Hitoshi's hole around his dick milks him dry in a matter of seconds.
Hitoshi slumps forward, falling off Hizashi's cock, leaving it streaked with a mix of his and Shouta’s cum. As the conclusion of a long, pretty intensive at the end mission, it's not a bad way to end things.
"So, are you sticking around?" Shouta asks first, knowing Hizashi's slightly less contradictory with him compared to Hitoshi.
"After you let me fuck you?" Hizashi baits, and nevermind, he's just contradictory in different ways. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Finally," Hitoshi murmurs from his fucked-out repose, and Hizashi swats his ass, but given its condition, practically gaped and oozing cum, this is nothing in comparison and Hitoshi doesn't even twitch.
The most Hitoshi manages is crawling into Shouta's arms more comfortably on the bed.
It's late, the job's done, and they all fucked each other's brains out, so there's nothing left to do but sleep and enjoy the rest of their honeymoon.
They stay until the end of the week, another day and night on the island in Hizashi's place, fucking each other’s brains out, then they fly back to Bangkok to wrap up the trip. Hizashi calls it a wedding present to pay for their flight upgrades, and an extravagant suite at a hotel in the heart of the metropolis, for a few days of shopping, fucking and plenty more of both.
Hizashi is that little bit more committed to them by the end, never said outright, but shown in other ways. He spends a lot more money than Shouta's known him to spend on anyone he's fucking, and seems to have accepted he didn't fly over to crash their honeymoon because he doesn't want to be a meaningful part of their relationship.
So they finally fly back to Tokyo with the satisfaction of a job well done, and that is the best ending to anything that anyone could ever hope for.
THE END
FOR REAL THIS TIME